i'm a wishful thinker, with the best intentions.
Perhaps it is because I have been in the same situation; heavy with ice seeming to bury itself into my bones, the cold, unrelenting wind that tugs and pulls at every inch of my weary frame. It is because I have been in the same situation, that I long to help the ivory girl. Dipping my red nose, I press it softly against her cheek, willing her to stay as conscious as it is even possible, given the way the snow melts into the warmth and freezes almost immediately. She stirs, ever so little and that is when my emerald gaze flickers, hearing the shuffle of snow mounds and the shadow of another out of the corner of my eye.
There is a sigh in my throat, of relief, perhaps even reassurance. I could only do so much, vast red frame radiating warmth, keeping the pale girl from turning into a snowy angel, lost within the backdrop. As the steed announces himself, his tone warm, welcoming and friendly. I nicker back, turning my head to quietly observe him. 'Ramiel.' I say, announcing his name, a lilting voice, lost within the spires of wind.
The girl whispers her name. Soliel. Beautiful sun, beautiful, delicate rays of light. I shiver as the wind berates me even, and I bury myself closer, only to shift away once more when the girl stirs, a brightness taking her, as if pulling her from the trance. Ramiel's mention of the Dale has awoken her. reassuringly, I lift my head and emerald gaze settles upon the dark stallion. I nod, in agreement. The poor girl, if she stayed here any longer would disappear into the snow that patches her ivory skin. I unfurl my knees, gently as to not disturb the girl and whilst half risen, I turn to Ramiel. 'I can help you get her to the Dale, if you'd like. A pair makes lighter work than but one.' I mean no ill of his offering, and I only wish to help the girl. After all, if someone had not helped me, when I had fallen through the shattering ice, then I would not be here to help Soliel. Perhaps fate works in wondrous ways.
I turn my crown and rest my chin atop the girl's poll, a reassuring touch. 'The Dale. Do not worry Soliel, you'll go to the Dale.' As if the momentary trouble and trauma has slipped my mind, I turn, to Ramiel and whicker softly, to both he and the frozen girl. 'I'm Eld.' I pause here, perhaps bettering myself, to tell of why I try and why I had pressed myself up so close to a stranger. 'I have been in the same predicament. If a kindly stranger had not found me, then I would not be here today... Ramiel, if you take her other side perhaps we can help her up?' I say, as I do so, my body cranes itself from the ground, dripping with icicles from my thick-skinned barrel. Snow drifts forming upon my mane, I shake them out and sidle up close to the girl, lowering my head to attempt to hook my neck around her and try and lift her to her feet.. that would be a good start.
ambassador of the falls